Twosome....

you follow me because you know the path
you have no questions

you do not talk because we think the same thoughts
and talking about all these
will be

echoes of redundancies

when i write you read me simply because
you are anticipating the same thing from my hand

and then you will say
'that is exactly what i am thinking'

when i begin to walk
you stop

i have become too restlessly boring and any mimicry from you
shall not cure it

and then when you are left alone, you run to catch up with me
because that feeling of emptiness has become unbearable

and then you tell me with confidence
my misery is your best company.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!